Diary: Primeshots !!top!!

The pages are smudged with gun oil and sweat. Tomorrow, I'll load one live round. Not to fire. Just to know the difference between a primer that sparks and a heart that still can.

They say a diary records what happened. Mine records what I almost let happen. diary primeshots

The Cartridge Diary

Tonight, I wrote: "I am the misfire that keeps walking." The pages are smudged with gun oil and sweat

Would you like this adapted into a different tone (e.g., poetic, raw, minimalist) or expanded into a longer diary sequence? Just to know the difference between a primer

If you're reading this, I finally pulled the trigger. Not on myself. On the ghost.

The primers are gone. Not the ones in the gun—those I keep polished, a ritual for my sanity. I mean the ones in my head. The first shots.